The Persistent Doggy - S01 E03

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The Persistent Doggy - S01 E03

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Her body betrayed her once again, and she started getting wet between her legs. She recalled the good feelings she occasionally had while making love to her husband. Feelings she tried to suppress, though she did moan out loud once, to her surprise. Her mind wandered from one sexy thought to another, her arousal growing.

Rascal soon smelled her heat, and stood up to investigate. He walked over to his new mistress and pressed his heavy, hairy, snout onto her thigh.

"Oh! Well, hello, doggy. Do you need some attention?" She began to stroke his head and scratch his ears. "I guess this is all very strange to you, having a new master, and being in a new home."

Rascal smiled at her.

"You were a very good boy today doggy, saving me from that bad, bad, man!"

Rascal licked her hand, snaking his long, wet, tongue out of his mouth and licking her, in what she assumed was gratitude. She tried to move her hand away, but he continued to lick it, chasing after it with his long tongue, licking her palm, her wrist, and her fingers.

"I guess we both rescued each other today, didn't we doggy?" She looked at him. "I guess you can lick my hand if you really, really, want to. I owe you that much." There was something comforting about it. She watched his tongue curl around her fingers. She shivered. 'Are all dog's tongues that long?' she wondered, before reminding herself to wash her hands before making dinner.

Elizabeth soon returned to her reading, while Doggy continued his rhythmic licking. It was very relaxing and almost therapeutic. And, if she would admit it, a little arousing....

The two of them passed the time, with Elizabeth reading her book, and Rascal comforting her. Soon, it was time for bed, and Rascal followed her into the bedroorTL

Elizebeth began to remove her clothes, but first paused, and looked at her dog. "Hmmm, no harm in you seeing me naked, is there, doggy?"

She wiggled out of her skirt and took off her blouse, hanging up her clothes. Then, she removed her tight bra.

"Ahhhhhh!" Elizabeth sighed. It felt so good to remove her bra before going to bed. It was the one time she allowed her breasts to be free. She grabbed her tits and ran her fingers under and around her ponderous globes. "Mmmmmm, mmmmm!" she moaned.

Elizabeth's bra had fallen off the bed, and when she bent over to pick it up, her breasts swinging free, she felt a cold 'poke' against her ass!

"Doggy!" Elizabeth cried, surprised. "Don't do that!" It was a good thing she was wearing panties, or the dog's nose would have pressed right up against her pussy! She quickly slipped on her flannel nightgown, occasionally glancing at her amorous dog, feeling very exposed and vulnerable.

Elizabeth turned off the bedroom light and got into bed. As she lay there, a naughty thought briefly crossed her consciousness. Her wet pussy and a strange desire made her consider slipping her fingers down between her legs and explore her wet folds. She quickly dismissed the Idea, she was a lady, not a wanton harlot.

As Elizabeth laid in bed, stifling her desires, she felt the bed shake and wobble.

"What?" Then she felt heavy mass of her new companion stepping around her bed as he examined his new sleeping location.

"Doggy!" she yelled. "Doggy, get down!"

Rascal ignored her. He padded around the bed, sniffing and walking in tight circles before plopping down next to her.

"Oooff" Elizabeth exclaimed, as his heavy weight jostled her. She pushed Rascal. He didn't move. "Get down!" she said. No response. His body pressed against her, pinning her under the blankets

"Please, Doggy. Get off of me!" Rascal only sighed, snorted, and made himself more comfortable.

Resigned and defeated, with Rascal lying next to her, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

After hearing his heavy breathing and feeling his warmth against her, Elizabeth thought, 'This is nice.' She was always cold at night,

and Rascal's body was comforting and warm. She recalled her ex- husband's body heat, but snuggling up to him always ended up with an unwanted sexual encounter. That was when she began to wear flannel nightgowns at night, to stay warm while keeping some distance between the two of them.

But, before long, the heat from the blankets, the heavy flannel nighty, and the heat Rascal's body, became unbearable. She flipped off the blankets and after a moment's hesitation, removed her heavy nightgown. Wearing just her panties, she slipped back into her warm, comfortable, bed.

It felt so liberating to have her breasts exposed! Feeling a little giddy, she rolled over to Rascal and scratched his ears, as she rubbed her naked thighs together.

"You're going to keep your mommy nice and warm, aren't you boy?" Rascal licked her face. "I guess it will be OK If you sleep with me all the time."

Rascal lapped at her face and Elizabeth laughed. "Stop that, Doggy!" she giggled. She petted him while he attempted to lick, moving her head from side to side as he licked her cheek, her ears, and her shapely neck. She attempted to push him away, but inadvertently, moved his hairy snout lower, down to her undulating breasts, where her protesting arms provided him another, more interesting target.